Legends of Belariath

Samson Artimus

Samson was born as any other barbarian was. Within his peoples village he had become an adept hunter and gatherer, learning how to fassion traps out of natural material and live off the land comfortably until he was of 21 summers. It was then he made his first fatal mistake. The daughter of the chief had him love struck, Secretly meeting with her even though tribal law clearly forbid it.. She was to be married to the next in line of course and thus there feelings could never truely be brought to public. Even then he was alright with there secret meetings.. Till one time her betrothed had found her alone at there meeting spot. As he went to meet with her that night he had found something that caused the usually calm and cool headed Samson to loose it. There she was, crying, layed out like an animal to the pickings for her 'betrothed' being taken against her will. He had seen this many a times. How men from his village had 'layed claim' to a woman.. This was different. His vission blured, his heart raced, his anger become unbearable. When he came to from blacking out there she lay, crying and looking at him in fear. In his hand was a blood soaked dagger. In that instant he knew if he stayed he would be killed. This wasnt just defence.. He had no claim to her as she was specificly validated for the man.. This was murder in the coldest of blood in his tribesmens eyes. Thus he would drop his blade, give a final goodbye to the woman and leave. He has forsaken all that the village had taught him morally, forging his own honor code. He only wondered where his travels would take him.

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